Bastards.
To cut a long story short there are a family of Sparrowhawks living at the bottom of my parents garden. I love birds of prey so it's awesome that i can see them as plain as day or calling to each other whenever i'm round my parents. It's lovely as well as they have some young fledgelings that have just came out of the nest about a week ago so it's so good to see that they are thriving.
But yesterday we heard some gunshots coming from near the back garden when me Rob and Sophie was having dinner round there. I bet one of those rich upper-class horse racing tossers got his rifle that he usually uses to shoot pheasants and shot them.
As you may have seen on my previous post, i had been round my parents for a bit today as well. Me and Dad looked for them...But we couldn't see them. We can hear however, one Sparrowhawk calling out, just one. We guess it's just one of the young birds.
Fucking bastards.
But yesterday we heard some gunshots coming from near the back garden when me Rob and Sophie was having dinner round there. I bet one of those rich upper-class horse racing tossers got his rifle that he usually uses to shoot pheasants and shot them.
As you may have seen on my previous post, i had been round my parents for a bit today as well. Me and Dad looked for them...But we couldn't see them. We can hear however, one Sparrowhawk calling out, just one. We guess it's just one of the young birds.
Fucking bastards.